There's only one place TOO go

Tell me of this final destination.

I'm afraid only you know

I think you should go downtown, start a fight, run away, climb a building, go down the elevator, come out on the left, head to your nearest Arby's, eat a chicken and then you'll know your destiny.

No, no, no dammit. I should sober up and drive to the coast of Cali, where I'll find a magic seashell that transforms me into a psychic dolphin. Then I'll build an aquatic army that includes octopi, who will build for me with their many arms a fleet of submarines and battleships from the scraps of wrecks at the bottom of the ocean and then King Me hehehe...

I really need to stop drinking but I can't you know.

Words are rats, they're traitors I tell you. What did you see? Not what I saw.